Maybe it’s the start of the new year. Maybe it’s because I’m finally starting to feel slightly better after the crazy two weeks of cold/bronchitis/stomach bug that hit our home. Maybe it’s because I’ve been praying for fresh vision and a renewed fire for the Word.
Whatever the reason? I’m feeling like something big is about to happen.
I’ve heard several amazing speakers talk about running our own race, how we need to stay focused in our lane and not compare where we are to where anyone else is, because we’ll slow down and trip over ourselves. It’s a good word.
I’ve heard people talk about the importance of the baton pass in a relay race, how we’re to work together to accomplish the goal, and how at one point in the hand-off both runners are holding the baton together. It’s a team effort, and we can’t do it alone. It’s a good word.
I’ve read the scripture:
Now that’s a good Word.
I have reoccurring nightmares about running. The scene is always a little different, but the premise the same. I want to run. I feel this desire I’ve never experienced in my waking hours to run free, to go as fast as I can. But no matter what I do I can never make my arms and legs move fast enough. I can never get into a run. I’m stuck in slow motion.
But now? I’m ready. More than ready. It’s as though God has put me in the drivers seat of a race car, helmet on, seatbelt strapped, pit crew at the ready and He’s about to wave the green flag. And I see you there beside me, smiles on our faces and more than a little fear in our eyes and we’re ready to do this thing. We’re done living life in slow motion, done with the foot race, done trying to keep up or make do or follow what everyone else has said we should do. We’re ready to move and we’re about to blaze our own path. The engines are revving and we’re on the edge of our seats waiting for God to say “go.”
It’s a new race for a new year. Let’s go.